DEAR ARDHAN
Prologues

"GO HOME. His condition is getting worse, the doctor said he won't last until tomorrow morning."

Vibrating, wrinkled hands hesitate to press the send button on the thin screen in his grasp. The 13-word message hangs, waiting for approval from the master to fly through the night sky.

"If you are in doubt .. you do not need to send it. Let it go."

Coughing, from beside him a very weak voice spoke softly. Mother looked at the figure with a look that was difficult to explain. Screams of heart wanted to cry to see a pale body like cotton, lying helplessly with various life aids transverse in his body.

For the sake of seeing the condition so determined in his heart was firm. He did not want to regret having hesitated to make a decision.

He said as soon as he pressed the send button. And it's like a dart stroke (perhaps hundreds of times faster than that) if you could see it. The message shot through the night sky towards the nearest BTS and was then thrown back up into the sky, towards the communications satellite before heading back towards earth. Search for the number to which it is addressed.

"When you don't have to send it ...,"

"Why?"

"Because maybe he's long forgotten about me ...."